So I am migrating to blogger and have been posting there, (READ IT ON THERE TOO) however my heart still lies with tumblr so I have to post here too. I can’t resist. Here is my miniature account of my day at Brighton races:
So yesterday turned out to be a LOT of fun, mostly because from 12pm onwards I was intoxicating my blood stream with rose wine, Presecco and Pimms. (oops) I actually placed a bet too- my strategy is: don’t pick the clear winner or the loser with the worst odds, but select three from inbetween and put 5 or 3 quid on them. Make sure their odds aren’t too shabby, and you’re bound to win something, if not only to reimburse your purchase. Anyway, it was a rush, but I am not a gambling gal. I came out with 11 pounds more than I went in with, so to me it was a successful, and sunshine filled afternoon. here are some photographs and this was what I wore. kthankxxbaii.
You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.Daniel Franzese (via pollinationinprogress)
So I think the time has to come whereby I slowly migrate to Blogger, because I like to include a longer rant or three nowadays in my posts. I am increasingly aware that Tumblr is primarily for visuals and picture sharing, but as I do a bit of both, why not have both! Keep up with me on my 'Blanx' blog. Check out my renewed header image design!
Well wasn’t this just a little gem of a find! Situated in the dense Clapham sprawl of restaurants, bars and entertainment for ‘yuppies,’ ‘Bison and Bird’ became one of the first handful of venues I visited since my move to South London.
Whether you’re a duo or a few, this place seems to be both suitable for day and night occupancy. I headed in on a weekday afternoon to grab a bite and one of the first things that hauled me in was the extremely delicious selection of platters for such low prices. I went in with an attitude that it could be ‘you get what you pay for,’ but it was a very pleasant surprise. The grub was delightful, filling and fresh from what I could taste. There wasn’t evidence of any mass-produced, reheated foodstuffs on my plate, I tell ya. A hat sized portion of fries was 3 squid. WIN. Pulled BBQ cheesy pork, slaw and large, boat-like and roasted sweet potatoes was my platter of choice and it satisfied my tastebuds nicely. For only 5 pounds, much like 70% of the daytime a la carte menu, it was a steal. Usually I would expect plastic.
The place had a fairly easygoing, liberal-expectations-of-clientele, potential-to-get-cheap-and-sticky-vibe, which means it’s allowed to get rowdy in the evenings, but resonatea ‘pleasant,’ welcoming and more subdued during the day. Families could comfortably go in at their leisure, just as much as people wearing tight tank tops and falling over their faces could go in at their leisure within later hours. It was versatile like a lot of the places along Clapham High Street.
Bison & Bird had vibes of being quick ‘twit-a-twoo’ due to it’s nice outside eating area onto the pavement but cornered off, it’s weighty, black leather menu design and the more than friendly female staff. It was also a merit to the location which is peppered with some infamous chains (Pizza Express/GBK par example), as it adds competition and diversity, over cocky set prices and homogeneity of the eating experience.
Summary: value for money, yummy, lively, bang on for summer
I have to laugh to myself sometimes, because otherwise I would go insane… Here are some of the primary ‘Lol’ themes that arose through the day at work.
The place slightly reminds me of a torture mansion or maze because there is this 13 long song playlist (or whatever) that plays on loop ALL DAY. So during my five hour shift, my mind becomes exceedingly stagnant and increasingly numb to the repetitiveness. I hear every song on average 7 times. There’s only 2 of them I like, both of which I have embedded below. The rest are too bitterly jolly, jingle-like, bouncy, p*ssing-you-right-off music, that go on for too long and don’t have lyrics, but when they do they are meaningless and generic words and performed by big burly middle-aged women.
#2- Customer Disservice
This basically means when a staff member gets so agg by the constant influx of tourists-come-shoppers, occupying and messing up the shop, that they do not want to provide customer service or if they do, it is half arsed with their eyes ablaze with hidden anger. (obviously whilst suppressing the want to hit someone and whacking on a cheesy smile and high-pitched voice.) This emotion was mostly apparent from 430pm to the end of my shift- peak agg time.
#3- Employee Kiln
It was that hot on the mezzanine shop floor, today my muscles ached. I felt like I was wearing knitwear all day and could spontaneously implode, but in reality I was wearing a short-sleeved polo. My face was radiating heat and I was a very warm colour most of the afternoon. Thank you A********** for unsatisfactory comfort working conditions, and ensuring I wouldn’t need to go for a run later because only a lie down would save me. It felt like we were a little ant farm getting cooked in our house all day, with no air con and an abundance of warm yellow display lights. Ew.